NDBT

Not a whole lot. Got in, dropped my pack off with Hayden. Got a smoothie, nearly ran into Bertie Ahern (the PM) because I was concentrating on my smoothie, slurped my smoothie at him. Ate lunch in Stephen’s green, got my palm read at market arcade (love! luck! career! tee hee. Oh and one of my male friends is supposed to be successful in politics in 7 years. Why male and not female…). Setlled down in Butler’s with a hot cocoa and a book.
And went to see Kristl’s play (The Vagina Monologues)! It was very well done, and I’m super proud of her. There was quite the turnout, with lots of middle eastern guys and Malaysian girls, which was really nice to see. And they raised lots of money for a women’s shelter. The play was good – of course I already knew most of it (and when a couple of girls mixed up lines).  Of course, Kristl and I both love the one called short skirt, so I don’t think we’ve ever seen it done the way we think it should be. But Lucy did a great job with “I was in the room”, Megan was BRILLIANT in the moan one, and the Baghdad/Istanbul/Juarez one (which is new) was really good. Oh and – my village (about Bosnia). And Cordelia’s “the little coochie-snorcher that could” (she’s an American who has acted before). Oh! And Tonya’s Angry one. And having seen these girls at auditions, and how far they came in 2.5 weeks was unbelievable.

Today I slept in, and Kristl and I went to Yamamori. So things are good.

From EW (you’ll notice Dead Poet’s Society): Morning debate time, PopWatchers — and may the winner be left in tears! I’m talking, of course, about this horribly misguided list of male weepies that Today put together and posted on MSNBC.com. According to the author, these are the seven films that most reliably make men tear up: Dead Poets Society, Gladiator, Legends of the Fall, The Notebook, Rudy, Saving Private Ryan, and Titanic. Man, oh, man, I’m gonna cry. Where do I begin? Okay, Saving Private Ryan and Rudy — sure, I’ll buy those. My most embarrassing moviegoing moment ever was when I was left a blubbering mess in my mommy’s arms (at, ahem, age 22) after Tom Hanks died in Steven Spielberg’s WWII epic. And I can’t even think about little, five-foot-nothin’, a hundred-and-nothin’ Sean Astin (pictured) and Jerry Goldsmith’s swelling music in Rudy without getting all verklempt. But come on: The Notebook? That’s not a guy flick. During Brad Pitt’s fatal wrestling match with a bear in Legends, aren’t you rooting for the bear? And Titanic? Sure, I cry… every time I hear that damn Celine Dion song! Where are Field of Dreams, Rocky, Schindler’s List, The Deer Hunter, Jerry Maguire, The Champ, Glory, It’s a Wonderful Life, Longtime Companion, or — I mean, DUH! — BRIAN’S SONG? (Note how many of these movies have to do with sports.) What else is missing, my dear homeboys in Kleenex?

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